No one noticed,
When she started to become,
More quiet.
That should have been the first sign.
For she was always,
So talkative.
No one notice
when she stopped smiling.
That should have been the second sign.
For she was always,
Wearing a big smile on her face.
No one noticed,
When she stopped coming,
Out of her room.
That should have been,
The third sign,
For she was always so friendly.
No one noticed,
Until it was too late.
For we often,
Only notice things,
When they are gone.
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Author:
mgl (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2018 00:14
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Comments6
So very true in this day and age. Good write.
Similar theme to a poem I just finished working on. Guess that means this is a pretty important thing to address. I just wish noticing pain was something we were all better at. Thank you for writing this
I noticed this poem is a good write M!
Nicely observed and for me the observation is so right.
I agree.
A very well written but poignant poem. Well done!
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